The Voice of Flowers

All of creation holds an abundance of gorgeous gifts- an overflow of magical exuberance- none are foremost though some are special. And so it is with these givers of solace and joy these rainbow- hued petaled jewels visited by butterflies - equally stunning. They are the glory of any garden an accompaniment of lovers, catalyst for poets, artists. Were they to speak would it be as the sound of- Heavenly harps or the voice of angels, of some raidiant, fairy-like being? Would it be a tinkling of celestial music a likeness of violin and flute? I feel it would exceed any mortal orchestra any maestro's most pinnacled oevre. Lulling to our ears bearing us beyond even a beautific bliss.